31 March 2011


This morning, I woke up needing a little pep talk. Since I know myself best, I know that sometimes I'm the only one who can get through my own thick skull. The only way out of these mid-deployment slumps, I've learned, is to encourage myself like a coach before a big game. It's a great way to stay positive! Here are some of my self-to-self encouraging words:
Jordan is the reason I'm smiling through this. We're tough like Rocky and Adrien. Absolutely unstoppable. The "A" team. Jordica, for life. No person, deployment or circumstance will ever win. It's us against the world. I love my husband more than any two things on this planet combined. Every single day we spend apart brings us one day closer to the finish line. We're always a little bit closer...
How do you stay focused, positive and encouraged?

29 March 2011

The Countdown Begins

Alright, I've given up on trying not to count down... sort of. I'm making a compromise with myself: I'll count down the WEEKS, not the days, until Jordan comes home. Because of OPSEC rules, I can't put exact details online about when my soldier is on the move, so the number of weeks posted will be off by a few days. Each week, I'll upload a new photo of a number, which will represent how many weeks until he comes home. Get excited, people!
[To learn about OPSEC, click here.]

28 March 2011

A Few Reasons I Love Jordan

He is my best friend, my alter ego. He's the one I think about each day and dream of every night. He has shown me my true self. He loves me more than anything. He's proud of me. He fights for his country. He's a wonderful man. He respects me. He is a true person. He loves me without even trying. He believes in my talents. He tells me he loves me every chance he gets. He loves to surprise me, even though he's not very good at it. He thinks I'm prettier without make up. He lives every day as if it's his last. He is very forgiving. He's romantic, although he'll never admit it. He always treats me like a queen. He never gives up on me. He's the funniest person on the planet. He holds the key to my heart. He knows almost everything. He sings in the car. He wants to grow old with me. He's an unbelievable lover. He's a wonderful teacher of life. He is affectionate. He has goals in life and continuously works toward them. He gives me anything I ask for and makes sure I have everything I need. He has soft lips and hands. He says the cutest things over and over, and they never get old. He has great family values. He can somehow finish all my sentences. He isn't embarrassed to call me pet names in front of his Army buddies. He has the sexiest arms I've ever seen. He can drink beer like a champ. Those dimples. He knows just what to say when I worry. His favorite food in the entire world is macaroni and cheese with hot dogs cut up into it. He always remembers the punchline to funny jokes, when I don't. He calls me Baby Bear. He always misses me when he's gone. He looks me in the eyes before he kisses me. He likes his tacos without lettuce, just like I do. He understands my emotions better than even I do, most of the time. He lets me ramble on and on about absolutely nothing, without getting annoyed. He likes my feet. He calls me by my full name. He took the sunglasses off my face, before asking me to marry him. He wiped the tears off my face and kissed my cheeks before kissing goodbye. When I call out, "Babe?" he responds with "Yes, dear?" He has good manners. He says yes sir and yes ma'am. He comes out of the dressing room, posing like the Fonz, when we go shopping at the mall. He makes up drinking games when he's already drunk. He enjoys taking the back roads. He looks SO good in ACUs. He requested my birthday weekend for R&R because he couldn't stand to miss it. He rocks his Rude Fit skinny jeans like nobody's business. He makes every day an adventure. He lets me sleep in, even after he wakes up. He scratches my back while I fall asleep. He's thoughtful. He loves and respects my family. He remembers when I tell him about my plans, and asks about them the next time we talk. He looks good with a baby in his arms. He teaches me new things all the time. He smashes people's sandwiches when they aren't looking and I secretly think it's hilarious- except when it's my own. He makes me laugh on a daily basis. He calls me just to tell me he loves me. He isn't afraid to share his feelings with me. He isn't ashamed to cry in front of me. He's so patient. He's passionate about family. He's a sharp shooter. He's my strength AND my weakness. He loves to cook. He's my hero. He's my stress ball. He's my soul mate. I can be myself around him. I love the way he calls me "baby." He has the sexiest voice. When he says, "I love you," I know he means it every single time. He is the perfect height. He demands respect, without coming off as controlling or conceited. We can talk without speaking. We can glance at each other from across the world and know exactly what the other is thinking. We plan out future together. He always puts me before himself. He isn't afraid to speak his mind. I can turn him on without doing anything. He's a great story teller. He always takes the time to explain what I don't understand, without getting frustrated. Every time he looks at me, my heart skips a beat. He looks at me when he thinks I'm not paying attention. He protects me. He has amazing eyes. He wants to travel. He teases me, even when I get mad. He's a loyal friend. He calls me every single chance he gets. He's adventurous. He's got a huge brain. He has the cutest facial expressions. He takes good care of me. He's strong. He makes my heart melt. He listens to me. He's fun. He is an incredibly honorable man. He's very creative. He is passionate. He's a total mush. He is considerate. He enjoys doing things that make me happy. He isn't afraid to take big risks. He likes to grow. He's absolutely brilliant. He inspires me. He's quite cheeky. He's a dork. He's confident, yet humble. He is a leader. He's a poet. He is an independent thinker. He enjoys trying new things. He is stylish. He has muscular arms. He's macho. He is a great conversationalist. He is sympathetic. He's hot, sexy and handsome. He is thirsty for knowledge. He tells the truth. He loves to snuggle. He's charming and interesting. He doesn't let "no" stop him. He's a huge contribution to my life. He likes to help people. He's unique. He tells me I'm beautiful. He makes me feel special. He thinks up baby names with me, just for fun. His smile makes me melt like a popsicle on the fourth of July. He looks sexy in glasses. He's obsessed with bologna, mountain dew and macaroni and cheese. He wants everything to be perfect for me. He knows and loves everything about me. He trusts me. He tells me I'm "the one," even though we're already married. He would do anything in the world for me. He never gets tired of me being me. He can act like a child, and in the next moment like an adult. He always supports me. He gives me butterflies. He's the one person I can always count on. He means the world to me. He can say "I love you" in German. He's an absolute sports fanatic, in every sense of the word- it's hot. He's the one I look up to. He shares his life with me. He looks me straight in the eyes when he tells me he loves me like he's never loved another person. He gives me confidence. I feel strong in him. He loves my handwriting. He always makes me happy when I'm sad or discouraged. He rocks out to his favorite bands and doesn't care who's watching. He took me from "EFN" to "EFD.' He doesn't get jealous when I hang out with other boys because he knows they don't stand a chance in hell against him. He smiles when he daydreams about our future together. He knows just what to say to get my heart racing. He never forgets to tell me he loves me before he hangs up the phone. He always calls at the perfect time. I can always tell him what's bothering me, without having to be afraid he'll get upset. He has musical tourettes almost as bad as I do. He tells me when I'm boring him, because sometimes it's a necessity. He loves to relax on Saturday mornings with a bowl of cheerios in front of the TV. He chose me over every other girl in the entire world.

These are just some of the reasons I'm in love with my husband, Jordan.

27 March 2011

The Schedule

Jordi has been on a mission for the last five days and counting, which means I haven't heard from him within that time frame. As of lately, our conversational schedule has been far from ideal. Typically, he goes out for about a week and then spends about two days on the FOB. During those two days, he tries to call at least once. Each phone call lasts about twenty minutes. Generally, we spend about fifteen of those minutes catching up on important things that happened throughout the week and the other five minutes are filled with all the reasons we love each other that day and what we're looking forward to most when he gets home.

The thing I'm most missing today is the way he pushes the hair from my face and tucks it behind my ears before he kisses me. Something about the way he can never do it with the same grace as I can, makes it so much sweeter. I also miss the way his dimples seem to appear about a full second before his actual smile does. You can't fake that. I miss my happy guy.

I now know the exact date and time of when I'll get to kiss my sweet husband and welcome him home. Do you know what that does to a girl?! My life has become COUNTDOWN CENTRAL, no matter how hard I try to avoid calendars and numbers. Because of OPSEC rules, I won't put specific details online, so just stay tuned.

24 March 2011

Never Forgotten

Here's to the friends we lost this week, both in battle and at home. You impacted this world in such an incredible way, and will surely be missed. Fallen dragoons of 4/2 and T. Pearce, we love you all. May your souls rest in sweet peace.

23 March 2011

My Own R&R

I spent last week in San Luis Obispo, California, visiting friends and family. I said hello to the ocean, partied like a rock star, and chased a bee down the street, trying to get the perfect photo, probably looking like a maniac. Here are the highlights from my vacation:

I just finished booking Jordan's fight home for post deployment leave. It feels fabulous to finally have a specific date and time to look forward to!

16 March 2011

The 5 Keys to a SUCCESSFUL Deployment

I've learned, in the last year, that there are five keys to not only surviving a spousal deployment, but thriving during one: LOVE, CONFIDENCE, HONESTY, HUMOR, and PATIENCE, all in equal parts. Nothing is more important than exercising those five keys. When your man has a rough day and gets a little snappy, express patience and a little extra love. When he asks you what you did last week, be honest. When he needs it most, don't forget that a little humor can go a long way. ALWAYS replace fear with confidence. I may not know everything there is to know about being an army wife yet, but I do know this: My marriage is PERFECT, WHOLE and COMPLETE, with or without my husband right by my side. With love, we can do anything.

Only TWO more months!

Here we are, ten months into this deployment. I can't believe how quickly the year has flown by! Jordan and I have grown so much stronger, both as individuals and as a couple, since last June. We've had our good days and our bad days, but all in all I'd say we've done extremely well. Our goal was to come out of this experience on top- happy, healthy, safe and more in love than ever. So far, we've more than succeeded. I miss him every day and think about him constantly, but staying positive in a situation like this is a must, at all times. Every single second, I fall deeper in love with him. Sometimes I can't help but get overwhelmed by how lucky I am to have somehow won his heart. He's absolutely the most incredible man on the planet and I'll never take him for granted. He is my best friend, my confidant, my lover, my rock, my whole world. I'm beginning to see the light at the end of this long tunnel. Soon we'll be back together again, making up ridiculous songs while taking long drives in the dark, snuggling up to read a book together, or cooking dinner together in the kitchen. Soon we'll be back to JORDICA.